“I think I’m insulted.” I chuckle.
“No, that wasn’t …” She ducked her head, shy. “I don’t normally get this lucky.”
I discarded the joke that immediately came to mind and decided to be sincere. “I think I’m the lucky one.”
“Ok.” She laughed, blushing deeper. “You’ve already gotten me naked; you don’t need to charm me.”
“I’m just being honest, but I like that you think I’m charming.”
She laughed and made herself more comfortable beside me, sliding down until her head hit the pillow. I watched as she trailed a hand along my thigh, mirroring the movement from the bar earlier tonight, with blatant appreciation in her gaze.
I flexed my thigh as her hand passed and chuckled as she momentarily jolted before firmly gripping the muscle and testing the feel of it. She moaned at the resistance, and God help me; the sound went straight to my cock.
Aware that she might still need to catch her breath, I slid down, laying on my side beside her, and pulled her in for a kiss. She deepened it immediately, her tongue exploring my mouth, and I gently pulled her in towards me. Our legs tangled, my thigh slipping between her legs, and she gasped as it brushed against her.
I took my time, just like this, trading kisses and touching her until she was underneath me again, thighs spread, and begging me, “Please.”
It took all of my control not to grab her and fuck her until she was screaming my name.
Instead, I forced myself to slow down, even though I felt my orgasm building as I entered her again, her pussy spasming around me so tightly that I cursed into her shoulder.
As if knowing I needed the distraction, she pulled my head up and kissed me until I could barely remember my name and tilted her hips to get me to move.
So I did, encouraged by her enthusiasm. I gripped her waist, her hips, her ass. She met every thrust, welcoming me deeper, harder. And when she snuck a hand between us to circle her clit, I was undone; the sounds of her pleasure pushing me over into my release.
I couldn’t tellhow much time had passed when I finally slid out of her bed, picking up my clothes and dressing in the near dark of the room. Audrey was sleeping, curled on her side, disheveled yet peaceful.
This certainly wasn’t how I was expecting my night to go when I entered the bar, curious after Wes’ comments earlier in the week.
Not that I was complaining.
To be honest, I was a little intoxicated by her.
I wasn’t going to lie. I’d built up a healthy confidence in my skills. Many women had been satisfied, but there was something thrilling tonight about pleasing Audrey. Exploring her, discovering what she liked, coaxing reactions out of her when she seemed to be holding back, then being rewarded by all those little gasps and moans when I hit the right spot.
It was a huge boost to my ego. But more than that.
It had been fun.
And she was … Unexpected. Mostly quiet. Tentative. Waiting to be lead, or maybe just expecting to be. Then those moments where she surprised me. Fire in her eyes and an underlying strength in her body. Like a lioness in wait.
Suddenly, I wished I had more time. I wanted to take hours to map out her body, wrapped up together with nowhere else to be.
But that wasn’t what this was.
Once dressed, I paused, torn by indecision. I’d done this a hundred times but now felt guilty at the idea of leaving without saying goodbye.
My wallet, phone, and keys were tucked in my pockets. There was no reason I was still here. All I had to do was leave.
I winced as I looked at the time. I had to be on set in five hours. Today was going to be exhausting, yet I couldn’t bring myself to be mad about it. In fact, I was probably more annoyed at the idea of leaving than the inevitable fatigue that would set in.
With a sigh and burying the nagging thought that I’d likely regret it, I tiptoed out of the apartment.
9
Audrey
Jackson was gone when I woke up, and if it hadn’t been for the slight ache in my body and the sight of my clothes strewn all over the floor of my bedroom, I would’ve wondered if I hadn’t just had some incredible fever dream. I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow, breathing in deep, the smile on my face widening. I couldn’t believe I’d had a one-night stand; wait, no, scratch that, that wasn’t the part I was in awe of; I couldn’t believe I had just had the most mind-bending sex of my life with a complete stranger. Who was I?
